Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.